Liornung was silent. He sat against the wall, his fiddle propped up behind him, and his bow hanging loosely from his hands. His head was lowered, and his eyes were closed, as if he were sleeping. But...

Apologies to all. It seems that as soon as I get myself ready to commit myself to this game again, something happens that throws it all off. This past month has been a rough one, and apparently it's...